Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Have Mercy On Me Here Hiding


Have mercy on me here
hiding between windows wide as open mouths
in a room filled with humidity and the scattered drums
of rain, its echoes and its speeches. And a train
bellows like a wandering cow.
I am in love
with nothing; I melt into the sounds;
sounds melt into desire; I am not home
yet, or in heavenly arms. These wide water-
proof walls cannot hide me. May your mercy 
find me quickly and fill me with kindness
in kisses
or fire.